that's what the water gave me

And oh, poor Atlas The world's a beast of a burden You've been holding up a long time...

[notmeiti]

[vidalarentia]

Confidence oozed off of the eladrin in spades, Vidal just simply wasn't like that. Again the other was talking about dicks and piss, and Vidal had to land on the giant's hand before he fell over completely. "....Do you have a lot of enemies?" Enough that the eladrin had to think about dropping rocks on them anyway. Vidal obviously hadn't been in Rome for very long, and he'd heard about what had happened, how the city had been a battleground. That was all over, though, right? Once again, Vidal ignored the dick comment, and once again, Vidal also ignored the piss comment because his brain couldn't compute why anyone would ever want to do that. He reminded Vidal of one of the well-dressed tourists that'd come by, with zero interest in the history of where they had landed, all aesthetics and Instagram photos. Not that that was a bad thing; it's just that Vidal had three followers, and one of them was his dead mom. "I'm Vidal by the way, what should I call you- oh super cool and amazing one?" He'd pulled out his Obi-Wan impression for that last part.

[eliasthemagi]

♒

For the briefest moments, a dark thought passed through Elias' mind. He ground his teeth into a sneer, mulling over an appropriate response. Enemies? Probably. One didn't work at Killjoys for as long as Elias had without making at least a few. A rowdy drunk here, a bereaved loved one of someone he'd been paid to make a victim out of there... "No doubt and I'll probably make a couple more before the end of the month. Not that it matters when I can literally crush them." Oops. Elias quickly slams his palm over his mouth, having wanted to white lie his way through a response. He forgot again. "I'm not a psycho or anything. I've just always been strong and people resent that easily," he continues after a moment of uncomfortable twisting. Luckily for him, the witch spoke in a way that had Elias looking like he saw the guy sprout a second head which helped him to feel less awkward in comparison. "I'm Elias, you weirdo," he retorts, not getting the reference at all. But for some reason, he ends up laughing. "Can't you worship the air I breathe in a normal way, Vidal?"

[junelizabeth]

who: @senatusstarters where: Fairy forest, near Moon's gate

A low mist swirled around June's ankles as she gazed at the archway that separated the Fairy forest into beyond, one step through the Archway and if the invitation was there, they could enter Audulë where she knew her father was -- she had yet to meet him or see if his features that she had always been compared too did truly match her own. Her mother tried to explain June's parentage to her but she hadn't known the fey so the only she could thinly remember were the physical fey features.

One could reason that the mist that seemed to swirl lowly around her came from the pathway but it mirrored June's indecision and uncertainty, a state of mind she was not prone to but a manipulation of weather had followed her everywhere. "Have you ever stepped through the gateway?"

[eliasthemagi]

♒

Had he ever gone through it? The answer wasn't nearly as complicated as Elias had made it out to be in his head. No, he hadn't ever been to Audulë. Spending his whole life as a marvel, he was afraid of rejection. Well, further rejection. Getting an invite to a Sun Court orgy was what he wanted more than anything and he resolved to not go through quite yet until he had a progress report to give to the Chancellor who still shined brightly in his memory. Orchestrating sexcapades worthy of the divine on this side would get him that invitation he was sure.

"I've been too busy on this side of the gate. Besides, it'd probably be more trouble than it's worth. They think of us as kids and will keep the cool stuff away. I'm not interested in getting babied." Elias wanted to be slathered by the sun's warmth, feel the power of the sea surge through his guts, and get his holes singing in harmony with unparalleled hotties. He wasn't ready to be denied once more. "Do it if you want, only if you can handle disappointment," Elias said, mildly projecting his newfound insecurity. God, he hated the feeling of it.

[cassanderx]

There was an abundance of twinks in attendance at the gym as of late. This was just yet another one who clearly couldn't tell up from down, or maybe just a knot hungry eladrin, Cass could never be too careful with those. Either way, he had turned up the music so he didn't have to hear the labored breaths coming from Elias, "Sorry, your panting over the other guys and your five pound weights were really distracting. But from one six to another, lighten up. Frowning will give you wrinkles. It won't be pretty with your bone structure." Cassander rubbed between his eyebrows, "I can already see some right there. Might wanna be careful."

[eliasthemagi]

♒

A scoff and a roll of his eyes constitute a normal response from Elias regardless of the situation. Even as he lays back down to resume his reps, he's intentionally setting his pointed gaze on the other. "Even by Sun Court standards, I'd be higher than a six without trying. That's the difference between us. I don't have to try. Lifting heavier than a lycan without needing to get hideously bulky? Yeah, I do that shit in my sleep," he counters while pushing out his next rep, annoyed to an extreme degree already. "My sex appeal will last across the ages, unlike these benches if you keep pushing yourself on what must be heavy weight for you. You look to be about one set away from exposing yourself as a soggy bottom."

[vidalarentia]

One of the apparatuses under Vidal's feet buzzed and veered suddenly slightly to the right; the witch wobbled as his leg was pulled further apart, "Woah-." These things worked but were temperamental, like many of the things that Vidal made. His arms helped him balance again as he brought his leg back in before Vidal moved about the circumference of the creature; his mind was already moving to several different possibilities. Now he'd heard the comment about giving the creature... that... and after temporarily short-circuiting, he was putting together something more useful, practical, and efficient. "If you worked over the joints, I bet you could make it walk easily enough." Faimen... eladrins, they'd recently developed elemental powers, hadn't they? Vidal was going to guess that this one had power over the earth. You could pull some of the nearby elements found in the earth to reinforce it as well. The knees, hips, shoulders, and spine need support to sustain motion. Maybe if you built a tank inside, you could use it to hold-" He blushed. Walking around was large and impractical, but there was so much potential here. "But um..." he wobbled, "is there room for one more before one of my shoes decides to crap out on me again?"

[eliasthemagi]

♒

It was akin to watching a clown wobble around on rollerskates. The witch's blunders definitely overshadowed any epicness there was to his flight, which was already being diminished by the guy's critiques. He sounded fresh out of some high school robotics club. What a fucking nerd. Elias had always possessed the type of power that allowed him to go all out in explosive ways, even as a faiman. The type of nitpicky, attention-to-detail design improvements the witch suggested wasn't his style at all, yet Elias still tapped his shoe on top of his giant's head, willing the earth to soften in key places. Slowly, he altered the shape of his monument's arm, the appendage rotating until it was giving the bird to Rome. "Yeah, that sounds boring as hell. Obviously, I can have it simulate some sort of motion, but walking around on its own like a robot? Sounds like a lot of work. It's much easier to drop large rocks on your enemies. Besides–" With a kick of his heel after a moment of giving the floating witch a mildly judgy once over, Elias wills the softened portions of the other arm to bend until his large rock's hand is brought up to provide a platform. "–rule number one is I'm fucking amazing. I don't need a fancy machine to fill this thing with water. In fact, if I had made his dick I would've had him pissing all over the city by now."

[chancellorxlaer]

"That's the spirit, there must be a great many eladrins who'd gladly bask under your sheen. Never give up, that's what matters most." Oh, to be young again. Laer thought about the fey's question, and his mind wandered towards Aurora, Robin, and Zahrya; he'd been inside each of them all at once, and while the conditions had been satisfactory, they were all made more glorious by his essence. Even now, they walked a little taller and with something of a swagger ever since their union within the Titan. Laer had blessed them, but even with the adjacency that they'd come to his power of starfire and skies they could only hold his glory for a fleeting instance. A shame, truly. "Without question, the others all pale in comparison when they stand in my presence. It is not entirely fair, I know, for though they try their standards will never measure up to my greatness. Sun Elves have always been a cut above the rest, though, it's not their fault, and they recognize as much."

[eliasthemagi]

♒

It did feel good to be encouraged on his quest for the ultimate carnal pleasure, the pang of disappointment was evident on his face. His instincts were right and the Chancellor was the hottest elve in Audulë. He lead the hottest court which meant his orgies likely did live up to the hype. Actually, if Elias was being honest, after the words they exchanged he'd wager the orgies were even more legendary than he had heard. And he wasn't invited. "That's one hell of a way to spend my immortality, chasing after the ultimate release. Though, how else am I to pass the time? One nut after another, eventually a few hundred years will go by right?" Hopefully, it doesn't take him that long, because if he doesn't get his honored invite by then, Elias might actually die from the shame. "Well, when you were eladrin the fey were notorious for fucking their way through the realm. There wouldn't be so many of us now if you lot were prudes. Given how stiff everyone in the fey forest is, someone has to attempt to carry on your legacy now that you've ascended to elve-dom. Why not me?" In the meantime, Elias now had his excuse to pass through the Moon Gate to gaze upon the mouthwateringly divine beefcakes. The current feast for his squinting eyes simply wasn't enough. Elias would endeavor to give his progress updates in person until he finally was allowed to enter the Sun Court's coital celebrations.

[arr0s]

The forest was his domain - or at least he intended it to be that way. Cutting himself off from most of the world to live by himself in a cave to just observe was the way he liked it. What he didn't exactly enjoy was the many strange and somewhat annoying creatures who came into the woods to do, well...this bull shit. Freshly emerging from his quaint little cave, wrapped in a cloak, arms crossed firmly across his chest as he watched the young looking boy create the earthy giant. Nearly jumping out of his skin when the boy had called down to him to step away from it. An incredulous look planted itself over his features. "Well I'm overjoyed you showed restraint, and sparing the masses from an unsightly spectacle, how noble of you.." taking a step away from the beast unsure what the boys plan was exactly to erect such a thing in the woods with a city just a couple kilometres out. Perhaps your talents lie more in the subtle nuances of magic than in crafting forest phalluses. You might want to reconsider your artistic endeavours."

[eliasthemagi]

♒

Elias held dominion over the land and the sea now, but while he preferred keeping his use of water flowing like the tide he was partial to maintaining magnitude with stone. Firm towering structures with great, imposing sizes were more in line with Elias' views on the earth element. Artistic was an apt descriptor for his conjured manifestations of magic, he thought, especially when he used his rock-hard power to create something eye-catching. "Trust me when I say guys are always eager to show me their dicks. My face turns them on, the price of being hot. If anyone was qualified to give my old boy a gnarled dick, it'd be me." And it would be to scale too, something Elias decided to keep to himself. He smirked anyway, finding simple pleasure in showing off on his terms. "The only thing I need to consider is if I place it between his legs or on his head just to frighten the Catholics," he shouts dow, figuring that if Michaelangelo's work can get put in museums with full-on sac flashing then he truly was a visionary artist. "Either way, I can run a stream through the tip and make it look like he's pissing."

[mercenaryjonah]

Date: January, some time Location: Çiçek Characters: @eliasthemagi & @mercenaryjonah Notes: friends that kill together gotta stick together

Business was slow that day and the cambion was the only one in. The roads were extra icy but calm and the store played tranquil background music as Jonah finished stocking up a few bottles of essential oils. On the other hand, mercenary work was coming in quick, encrypted emails he still recieved and hadn't touched in months. A part of him missed the job, another part of him swore that he'd finally lay off the blood money. In his heart, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist certain commissions but none of those had come in - just the usual 'kill my cheating partner' and 'this guy is trying to one up me in politics.' Few people knew Jonah's work and reputation by face but Elias had been a colleague who had once been so easy to collaborate with. They'd trusted each other - except Jonah hadn't yet told him that he hadn't taken a job in months.

"Ah... found me again," he muttered, glancing over at their one customer and doing a double take when he recognized the face. Mercenaries were good at finding people but Jonah had been hoping to keep this awkward conversation off a little while longer. He sighed and stood up from where he knelt by the merchandise. "The cameras don't have audio," he offered. Elias could speak freely.

[eliasthemagi]

♒

Elias promised Cloe and the other eladrin that he would play ball. They needed to not only acclimate to their new status but also establish themselves as a species that warranted respect in Rome. That meant Elias had to try harder to keep himself on the straight and narrow. He was, trying at least, but he hadn't stopped working at Killjoy's nor had he axed all his underworld contacts. For all intents and purposes, he was still in the business even if he's recently made a habit of turning down the more sinister gigs.

That's why Elias wanted to see Jonah. Only someone whose hands were as dirty as his could offer a proper appraisal. As much of a team player he said he'd be, Elias couldn't let himself get soft. "Your place of work is a lot tamer than mine. You better believe I'd come find you first." Even with the cameras off, Elias was cautious and intended to bury the lead. Even with that constraint, he was still more honest about his work around Jonah than anyone else. "You should swing by sometime though. I get more offers than I can handle. It's been a while since we had a team up."

[senatushq]

The Magician ~

NAME. UTP. AGE & BIRTH DATE. UTP. SPECIES. Haflblooded BLOODLINE. Eladrin OCCUPATION. UTP.

Power dwelt in your very bones, one that was with you from the moment you came into this world. You felt it, and soon all those around you did as well. They called you strange, a freak, but you could do things that they could only dream of. Witch was the kinder of terms, but even this was inaccurate. Raised by the one that was left behind, they filled in the gaps for you as best they could, but it was up to you to find your own answers in the world. You were never satisfied with half truths so you went out to find others like you, only to discover that those like you were outcasts, brandished with the same ugly labels you had been wearing for most of your life. The power you possessed was considerable, and if the supernatural world didn’t wish to acknowledge you then you would make them see yIn Rome someone could really make a name for themselves, and you earned a reputation as someone who could get most anything done. Those that came for you soon regretted it but the imbalance was clear, they had numbers where you were alone. If in Rome order had been established then you had no choice but to create order of your own.

THIS SKELETON IS CURRENTLY ClOSED.

[vidalarentia]

The giant golem was hard to miss, and while a smarter witch would've gone intruding on the rantings of a fey, Vidal's inquisitiveness always won out over any sort of common sense. He'd gotten close when a voice from above shouted at him; blanching, Vidal looked at his greasy hands before he wiped them on his overalls. "Sorry, my backpack broke down earlier and I had to fix it!" Vidal called up before he patted the side of it; the witch kicked at the heels of his shoes and suddenly began to hover as the propellers underneath turned and hummed at an alarming weight. Shakily, Vidal's legs wobbled as he slowly... Very slowly climbed into the air until he was at eye level with the eladrin. "Is uh... Is this thing supposed to be doing something?" What had the fey said about a penis? It was hard to make out, but Vidal hadn't seen one on his way up, if he had he'd have averted his eyes.

[eliasthemagi]

♒

As cool as it was for the guy to fly up in the air, Elias still found the sight of it pretty funny. He looked like a fish out of water, wobbling around as if at any second he'd plummet back down to earth. Elias refused to be a stereotype so he didn't want to give the stranger any fuel to lop him into the "capricious fey" box, yet he laughed nonetheless, covering his mouth as he did so. "Do anything? You mean besides being the coolest boulder you've ever seen? No, but he could. Like I said, I almost gave him a ghastly, gnarled dick so ... spraying maybe? But I kind of like him like this." Elias sighed and sat down with his legs hanging over his creation's forehead. This amount of magic was awesome to wield, but he was bummed out by his limitations. He was sure his distant relatives beyond the moon gate could do so much more and that he'd never measure up. Not that he'd let some rando in on his personal thoughts. "He also provides me an excellent view so I don't have to balance in mid-air like a circus clown. That's something too, right?"

[chancellorxlaer]

Laer was sure that the other courts made an attempt; imitation was the most sincere form of flattery, but the sun elves had traditions that transcended the minds of mortal comprehension. His glory was unflappable, so clearly, he could understand why the rest of the world would covet what was so clearly beyond their reach. The Sun chancellor's raucous laughter could be heard around the room as the bahah bellowed from the depths of his soul. "Naturally, the brilliance of the Sun palace is without equal, sprawling through the clouds, the seas, and the sands alike." Laer sighed as he reminisced about the home he'd been away from for only a few short hours. "The ceremonial medley of pleasure, passion, heat, and love is a tribute to our oldest traditions. Sacred and treasured, you're right to ask: invitations are only extended to outsiders at my personal behest." The eladrin was a fine specimen; Laer was certain that Zahrya would take this one to be part of his league of broodmothers. "Perhaps someday, patience is a required virtue for immortality."

[eliasthemagi]

♒

Elias was simple, at least when it came to what he wanted. He was hot, the elves were hot, so he wanted to have his hot self suck and fuck with out-of-this-world dimes. Could the sun elves even be considered as such? With the way he had to keep wiping the glisten (not sweat) off his forehead, referring to them as mere "dimes" sounded beneath them. "Sounds amazing. I had to shoot my shot even if it was a long one. Oh well," he said, trying not to pout too hard about being rejected from a magical orgy. Even if he was expecting it, Elias' ego was still wounded. Unfortunately, at least as far as his mental image of this mystical fuck fest under the sun went, his hurt pride wasn't nearly enough to deter him. "Someday, ok. I guess I can try to put together a sex party in the fey forest. Doesn't sound nearly as fun but it's something," Elias shrugged, finally admitting he couldn't take the heat. That didn't mean he was done basking in the sun elve's hotness just yet, but the light misting he sprayed over his head helped to cool him off as he continued to strain his eyes through the other's brilliance. "If your court is without equal, does that mean you are too? Like, you're one hundred percent the sexiest Chancellor?"

[just-a-pole-sir]

[eliasthemagi]

who?: open to all || @senatusstarters where?: outer wood of fey forest

♒

At the edge of the forest, Elias intended to show definitively that he was still a cut above. Growing pains aside, he had no choice but to remain one of a kind just as he had been as a faiman. Elias dedicated himself to the eladrin because he was more capable than anyone, so hitting a wall was not an option. His additive abilities came so easily that collecting the earth beneath his fingertips to grow a giant was as simple as breathing. Larger than any sentinel, Elias felt he could have it reach the clouds above if he wanted, yet as he stood atop his giant's head the view over the forest tree line was disappointing. All he'd done was erect a monument to his newfound inadequacy. Elias was tone-deaf and had yet to find his voice, which meant his rock possessed no magical sentience like he should've been able to create. "Don't touch it! You look greasy. I don't want his integrity compromised," he shouts down, not quite ready to destroy the big lug even though it was effectively useless. "Honestly, you should be way more appreciative. I was going to give him the biggest, ugliest dick the forest has ever seen but was kind enough to spare the masses."

[chancellorxlaer]

The festivities were not at all what Laer envisioned, but Akara was correct, it was indeed fun, it was indeed dark, and there was indeed a lot of sweat. Not as much as he'd have liked, but the indomitable heat of the sun elf radiated across the dance floor as the sharp humidity steadily climbed higher and higher. "Outfits? Clothes?" Laer was almost appalled at the thought, "Which of my court would dare to squeeze into any material? We're born liberated, these trappings that you call outfits only work to inhibit our glory." Light refracted off of the countless, priceless stones that littered his frame as the chancellor of the sun elves further illuminated the area around them, his skin a golden hue of its own. "You'll learn in time," Laer promised, "your immortality is still a new venture, you have many centuries to lose those mortal mentalities holding you back."

[eliasthemagi]

♒

Raking his eyes over the elve's body once more, "outfit" was a generous word to use indeed. Of course, Elias was in complete agreement with the "sun's out, guns out" sentiment expressed, but having little interactions with his magical relatives he assumed they'd be more pious. If he got to feast his eyes on a parade of divine, swanging meat then he would've been happy, especially since the bright Sun elve was the standard in Audule, not the exception. Sweltering hot, Elias could barely keep his eyes on the other even as he squinted, but he also couldn't look away for fear of missing a glimpse of his musculature. "Now that's something I can get behind. I always end up naked by the time I leave parties anyway. Living that way would be so amazing if everyone in your court is as hot as you," he confesses, realizing only then that it was starting to feel like Summer, which sprung an idea into his head. "Is yours the one that hosts those legendary orgies? If I'm gonna learn the ways of immortality, I should learn firsthand, right? I'd love an invitation to the next."

[eliasthemagi]

who?: @sybellax where?: the moon gate, just a menace without a cause

♒

No one asked Elias to stand watch at the Moon Gate, and even if they had he probably would've rolled his eyes and given them a stank lip. There was probably no need for anyone to watch it, but there he stood atop the gate curious to see what kind of people dared to venture into the forest specifically to see the elves. Elias had more than one reason to himself yet hadn't gone past the threshold once, not even for the recent nuptials. It's no surprise in his boredom that he'd spend his downtime doing a little investigation into anyone willing to do what he wasn't quite yet. He was always a busybody. "Unless you have a special invite, I'd advise you to reconsider your next step," he calls down from atop the gate when he sees her approach. Most demons in the area stayed away, but she walked with such purpose that Elias couldn't help the urge to disrupt her. Hard to say why, but then again he never needed a reason to start a confrontation with a rando. "I heard they flay demons for sport on the other side, especially demons sporting cheap knockoffs." Elias leaps down, smirking as the ground beneath him rumbles a bit from the impact, all so that she can see him judging each article she wears with her own eyes. "You look cute, just like a high school trashbag trying to show out on picture day. I bet you had to dumpster dive all over Rome to find this fit."

[eliasthemagi]

who?: @cassanderx where?: full moon fitness, twink-off in front of the dumbbells

♒

Elias liked Full Moon Fitness a lot. It made him feel superior to work out there in his new eladrin body. The ego boost he got from showing off how much hotter he was than any lycan kept Elias floating for days after a good pump. Sure, it felt okay to show up some of them in strength, but he didn't treat his body like a temple for his health. It was all about grabbing attention and stirring envy, however the mental clarity he got out of his reps did help him with his control. Everything was heightened and Elias easily lost himself in the newfound depth his ears could pick up from the songs on his workout playlist. Gym time was the only time the noisy, overstimulating world melted away, unless he got distracted. Someone's lame music taste interrupting his pump certainly qualified. "God, how is anyone supposed to get into a rhythm with your shitty songs bleeding through your cheap-ass earbuds?" he snaps, dropping his weights to sit up on the bench in a huff. As Elias rips his headphones off, one prevailing thought resides in his head. Yeah, I'm way hotter than him, he thinks, giving the inconsiderate lycan a judgement-riddled once over. "Like sing in your head, or just stop being poor. A six like you shouldn't have so much audacity."

[nestito702]